Trading You In For A New Model

It was time, you can change me if you wish,
now I want an automatic and a tv dish,
never mind maturing with age, I'm turning the page,
a whiter shade of pale, slowly changing to beige.

Give me some tracking so I know where you are,
then I can reel you in like a sloppy avatar,
if I put my foot down, the decision is made,
the memory of those arguments begins to fade.

Latest model was called Viagra, no more nagger swagger,
in fact, the performance, economy, made you stagger,
one hundred miles per hour in five seconds was a first,
at last you were free, everything satisfied your thirst.

This one kissed you better than the old one before,
but this one missed you when you walked out the door.